Singing To Cows.
Hello, Hello,
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Ah, the surprises of each day.
Today we are back with the low grey skies and the heavy rain.
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I braved it, in order to dash outside and feed the somewhat tattered looking birds, cowering in the tree and around the chimneys.
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It is amazing how guilty you can feel if you do not carry out your self imposed tasks.
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It is also weird that we humans are happy to purchase chickens and turkeys, in order to eat them, yet we will feed the birds regularly.
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I remember years ago, when there was a huge dairy farm nearby, Big H and I used to go for very long walks.
When we got to the big field with all the cows, I would sing Blue Moon to them.
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It started off as a joke,,,I would sing all the moons with a long mooooo…but the cows loved it.
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Eventually they got to know us and they would amble over to the fence where we stood, listening to the singing and sometimes sort of swaying about.
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I was fun and I could imagine how it felt to be an Elvis Presley, complete with fans.
In the end I was singing them half a dozen songs that they seemed to especially enjoy.
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As I remember they were
Blue Moon……………….by The Marcels.
Moon Of Manicura……..from a Hawaaian music record that my father used to play when I was small.
Old Devil Moon………….Frank Sinatra.
Moon River………………Andy Williams…although I think that Audrey Hepburn sang it in the marvellous film Breakfast At Tiffany’s.
Under The Moon Of Love……..Curtis Lee
Moondreams……………Buddy Holly.
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I have just remembered something about my father, shortly before he died.
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Big H and I were visiting him in hospital and we found him shivering in the bed because he was only covered bt a sheet and a thin yellow honeycomb blanket.
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He was always a person who felt cold at nights, therefore always sleeping under many blankets and quilts in order to be comfortable.
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I went off to try and find a nurse and ask for more blankets for him.
Eventually, after wandering about for ages, I found someone and explained the situation.
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Nothing happened, so we took off our own coats, covered him up and rubbed his hands.
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After another nurse hunt, followed by another request, we eventually got only one more thin honeycomb blanket from a passing ward helper, but it did make him more comfortable.
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It was so sad to see such a huge man looking so tiny and fragile in the little bed in the drab single room.
There was a window but the bed was not positioned so that the patient could see out of it.
Let’s face it, a view of a Car Park is better than no view at all!
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To try and take his mind of it all, I asked him if he remembered the Hawaiian Music he used to play endlessly, until he drove us all potty with it.
He looked a bit confused.
I said that, “Of course you do, what about The Moon Of Manicura song you liked?”.
Still confused.
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Then I said, “It went like this, Dad”
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I sang the whole song to him, whilst doing a proper Hawaiian dance around the room to accompany it.
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He was smiling, and Big H was laughing, and it was a wonderful moment of connection with him, just befor he died a few days later.
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Music is a wonderful gift to us all.
It conjures up people, situations, memories and just generally helps to make life a beautiful thing.
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Even for cows.
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Have a fine time today.
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J,x
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